User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-26024035-20160506153948

The two weasels, meanwhile, thrashed about in the waves, gasping and cursing. Slank seized the helmsweasel by his soaking shirt and nodded towards the other ship. They began swimming towards the destructive ship, unsure of their fates whilst all the while desperately trying to keep above the surface. "Th-pah!- they might slay us, Cap'n Slank!" "What better idea d' yew have, eh?"